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bodies flying
I could do this off the dome
I'm not even trying wait that shit so fye
I might right that down
Yo' girl love my sound
She might say her vows

cki what's hannin, salaam alakum, T-Mazz, aye,
Choppa in my right hand scraping up the block, the 50s wanna pull me over but I never stop, hit

a real pill (Real pill)[00:12.62]I'm good under pressure, I ain't folding (Folding)[00:15.69]Choppa, keep a stick in this bitch, loaded

war, but if it's down then I'm with it
My diamonds Jackie Chan so you know that they be hitting
Tom Cruise without my choppa can't complete the mission

popping
Smoking dope by the pound yea you
Know that I can’t stop it
Hop on the track wit faygo yea
We talking that hot shit
Touching on earth simp ass

bad in the rest
She stay by my side, she down for the slide Shorty from Cali, she throw up the West
I'm from the Jerz, we play with them birds My team

and get a cheque
Keep that heater by my side with a mask like I'm judge Dredd
When I locate your position put a hole right in your chest
Staring down

headshot, 762, yeah
Right to his temple (yeah)
Choppa on me
(Ha) , slice that nigga like Kimbo (Ha)
Twinuzis, yeah that mean them hoes akimbo
(Them hoes

feel to be sober
She gone ride on that dick like a Rover, ha
Nigga you ain't talking bout no money get back

I gave my yay to Wafi bust 'em down

[Chorus - Juicy J:]
I'm gettin' fucked up, man I'm gettin' fucked up [4x]
A player drinking Maker's Marker, cranberry Vodka,
Maker's Marker cranberry

How We Roll

Slab House DJ's

Twanked Out Down South

2004

[Juicy J]
Why I'm devoted to this game
Where they slang
And they gangbang
North North mayn
Wit them curls and them gold thangs
Lemons wanna step to a playa

Get High to This

Lil Wyte

Doubt Me Now

2003

and they never had ta scrap

[Juicy J]
He wore a vest so we shot him in the neck
Made his body cold left from red and wet
Body curved up like a cornrow

shit coming a mile away 
straight to the point 
aku tak main by the ways
tak penting 
if u lil boys even gotta say 
stick to my ground i dont gotta

dollar suits
Mama slayers back in town, Sacci's on the loose
Speedin' down the freeway, seated in my Sting Ray
From C.A. to B.K. see bitches every week day

some diamonds in my ring, now I'm sippin' champagne
Eatin' steak

Was tryna get the pack off in the rain
I used to put my mask down for them stains

and them be everywhere I go
If I'm by myself I got to have choppa somewhere close
And nigga, you know how that go, it's like the Devil on my shoulder

Labels offering me deals but
I don't need one

Smokin' MIA Runtz in a Jeep truck
Out in Tampa with my boys
We pourin' threes up
And my brody tote a choppa

with a big dog in me
I'm frickey-frickey fresh, put the gun down
Punch him in his chest, I'ma do his ass just like the rest
All the bitches need me